He had to work late, coming home two hours after I had expected him, but he called ahead and I had time to set everything up so that when he came in the door, the whole table was laid out. He looked so happy. And the food was fantastic. We ate up everything, opened up an extra bottle of wine I had chilling in the refrigerator and ended the meal feeling great.
Then, knowing that he was tired and probably not going to want to stay up all night, I left him watching television in the family room while I prepared myself. I took my hair down, and it seemed to be agreeable that night, full of body, slightly tousled looking, hanging halfway down my back. I trimmed the hair around my pussy (my lover does not like a smooth pussy). I did my usual bedtime routine, but ended it by spraying on my perfume (Chanel Allure, his favorite). Then I got out of my clothing, put on my new bra, rolled on my stockings and garter belt, and put my g-string on over the garter belt (this was very important so I could take off the g-string and my lover could still fuck me while I was wearing the garter belt). I went into his closet and found one of his shirts (a basic light blue Oxford) to wear over my lingerie. Then I returned to the front room to find him.
“That shirt looks a little large on you,” he commented as he looked me up and down. It’s true. He’s so much taller than me, the shirt looked like a dress on my. However, I still showed enough leg for him to see the garters attached to my stockings. “Ooh, what are these?” he asked as he reached over to run his hands up my silk stockings. He slowly ran his hand up my leg, to wear the stockings ended, then traced the garter up my right buttock. We both gasped as he touched my naked skin. “I think we’d better get this big shirt off of you.”
He picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he carried me to the bedroom, all the while kissing me furiously. He put me down in front of the bed, threw off my shirt and kept on kissing me as I unbuttoned his shirt. Then he turned me to face the mirror so we could both appraise my body. “God, your sexy” he murmured.
“Just for you” I answered.





